Down by the soily brook they go, under the woody bridge.
The Featherly Elfins make their home to hide from the Blustery Fridge.
Made of snow and windy blow, icesickles in his hair,
he comes to still the Valleyville, blowing crystals in the air.
The Elfins chug their gluggy mugs and toast with foamy tea,
Chanting songs of winters gone to wake the Bloomy Be.
The flutterbys fill uptop skies with gillians of yellowy wings,
The Elfins song brings summer on over the melty cling.
Baby seeds roll up their sleeves to poke the icy ridge.
Down by the soily brook, we’re told, under the woody bridge.
Categories:
featherly, children, fairy, fantasy, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
The lights are dimming in this hospital room as my hands chafe the soft bedding.
My ears catch strong mourns, but they seem to be getting dimmer with each blaring.
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This tongue of mine is coated in liquid medication, though, it feels numb.
All while my nose picks up the fragrance of the rotting flesh I've become.
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They want me back, yet eternal sleep adores this nauseating decadence disease.
With my pale chapped lips, I utter a quote as it comes out as a wheeze.
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"Don't lose yourself in the battle of grief, come out of it as a warrior for me.
What's beyond my shut eyelids is unknown, however, I know I won't be nobody."
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With this small ounce of consciousness left, I'm going to estimate every truth I've made.
Because in a world filled with dirt, there's at least one reason to featherly fade.
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Written On: July 9th, 2017
Contest: JULY STANDARD CONTEST any theme, any form, max of 25 lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
featherly, death, feelings, grief, loss,
Form: Couplet
I knew a man
who was dining
a cancer.
Alone.
Every single night
he ate with the hunger
of a spider enchanted
by a fly's swirling dance,
with a sparkle
in his eyes.
Oh, his rainy eyes!
This man finally ate the fly,
dancing now by himself
fly's absent dances,
featherly pulsing
the net of time.
He even bought
a second chair
for his dinner table.
Categories:
featherly, conflict, courage, health, loneliness,
Form: Free verse